"I know you're there, Tokyo," Martín called over his shoulder as he walked down the path towards the beach. He made an educated guess that it was Tokyo- he couldn't see behind him at all, not unless he turned around completely and looked straight, but the footsteps he heard were light and quick and most people called out when they were approaching from the back; Mirko had apparently gone and told everyone he was half-blind, which he had not requested, and the others were very 'respectful', in the humiliating way that people were 'respectful' to retards and amputees...but if there was one thing Tokyo wasn't, that was respectful, in any sense of the word.

He heard her hiss softly under her breath, a confirmation, and smiled.

He walked down to the water without looking back, until the salt waves lapped at his feet and the wind brought the smell of the sea. He felt, more than saw, Tokyo come to stand beside him- some vague, dark shape in the broken corners of his left eye- and then she spoke.

"Helsinki is a real sweetheart," she said. "He's a good guy, no? Almost too good, I'd say."

"Oh, yes?" Martín replied lazily, and he kicked at the sand, admiring the pink in the sun-setting ocean.

"Look at me, you bastard," Tokyo suddenly snapped, and she spun him around by the shoulder, and now it was his turn to hiss.

"The fuck's gotten into you, crazy bitch-"

"I know what you're really like," Tokyo snarled, close enough to his face he could see everything written on hers. "You're a selfish, manipulative, power-hungry maniac. And Helsinki's too good for you. You understand?"

"Of course I understand, señorita Tokyo," Martín cooed, making his voice babyish and saccharine. "I'd better watch out with you around- I can't abandon my boyfriend to get wasted, let him be captured and tortured for months, made to dig his own grave-"

Tokyo slapped him, which was only shocking because he didn't see the strike coming, and even though it hurt he laughed- just like the sick monster she said he was.

"Break his heart and I'll kill you," Tokyo growled. "We all will."

Then she went storming off, and when she was far enough away that he couldn't hear her anymore Martín turned back to the sea, checking the inside of his cheek with his tongue. No blood. That was fine, then.

He wished he could see the horizon line a little clearer.